for my money!" "What does that matter?
You'd get fresh air." "Fresh air!" exclaimed James; "what should I do with fresh air," "I should have thought anybody liked to have fresh air," said June scornfully.
James wiped his napkin all over his mouth.
"You don't know the value of money," he said, avoiding her eye.
"No! and I hope I never shall!" and, biting her lip with inexpressible mortification, poor June was silent.
Why were her own relations so rich, and Phil never knew where the money was coming from for to-morrow's tobacco.

Why couldn't they do something for him?
But they were so selfish.

Why couldn't they build country-houses?
She had all that naive dogmatism which is so pathetic, and sometimes achieves such great results.

Bosinney, to whom she turned in her discomfiture, was talking to Irene, and a chill fell on June's spirit.

Her eyes grew steady with anger, like old Jolyon's when his will was crossed.
James, too, was much disturbed.